Y/N was forced to leave his town after it was attacked by a group of bandits, not only was he forced to leave but he was forced to leave his mother and sister, only being able to escape with his father.
Y/N and his father eventually made it to the t...
I'm not sure either Mirabel was satisfied with the answer, but she stopped talking. I could still hear dishes moving around and I began to walk back up the stairs. I planned on going to my room, but I peaked my head into the nursery. I nearly started choking on the bread, Y/N was sitting up and looking around the room. Awake.
Y/NsPOV
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I felt like I was falling. Like I was standing still and the floor had gone beneath me. My body jolted and sprung up, gasping for air.
I was soaked in a cold sweat as my entire body felt like it was on fire. I ripped the blanket off of me. Where am I?
I tried to reach some kind of memory of where I was. I remember playing with Antonio and Camilo. Was I still on they're house?
I looked around me, I looked like I was in some... kids room. The alphabet laid on the rooms walls, Colorful patterns and poorly drawn crayon pictures across the room. My head ached.
I heard the door creak and I lazily moved my eyes to the noise. Camilo stood in the door way, eating some kind of bread.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty. " He said playfully, entering the room. I looked at him puzzled, so was I still in their house? In Casita? He continued to walk over and sat at the edge of the bed, still chewing on whatever he was eating.
"Sooo... how'd you sleep?" He asked, looking me up and down. I felt exhausted, drained. My clothes felt heavy and cold, I wanted them off, but they didn't even seem to be mine.
"I... I umm..." I placed my head in my hands, gripping on to my hair. I felt so overwhelmed, even if their wasn't a single thought in my head.
"H-hey! It's ok... I... I umm...." He began to stutter, I felt the weight onto onto bed shift, and he came closer to me.
"Are- are you ok?" He asked, his voice seemed to shift into something I wasn't to familiar with.
"nooo...." I groaned, "head hurts.." I spewed out. gripping onto my hair tighter the pain becoming more as I spoke.
"Uh.. here!" I opened my eyes to the the bread shoved I my face.
"wh- what is that?" I asked, lifting my head up and looking at him through slitted eyes.
"Oh! um, it's corn bread... it's kind of stale but if you're not feeling well it could help you." He said, a hopeful smile on his face.
I slowly reaches over to his hand and grabbed the non bread looking bread and took a small bite. stale was only the beginning to describe the taste, maybe Camilo had a bad taste in bread or it was just a bad batch but it didn't really taste that good. but I chewed, and swallowed, and my head ache began to dissolve.
The hand that was still gripping my hair loosened. I handed him the bread. "That..." I looked up to him, pushing my hair out of the way. "Thanks, Camilo." I said simply, giving him a little smile.
He smiled back and began eating the bread again. He looked around the room, he seemed comfortable in here.
"Sooo... how long was I out for?"
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I'm so tired but happy birthday to me 😍
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